Professor Jiang's spoiled little ancestor is sweet

Chapter 45 So you think of my birthday?

"Lao Jiang, did you see that? Tiantian acted like a baby to our straight son!"

Jiang Hong took a sip of tea, but Shen Shuyun pulled his ears again: "What to drink, I ask you if you see it? My question is not important anymore?"

Jiang Hong frowned in pain, and begged for mercy: "Why didn't I see it? Not only did I see it, but I even saw the egg tart! Hey wife, it hurts..."

The egg tart that was suddenly mentioned by Jiang Hong raised its big furry head, as if it was afraid that Shen Shuyun would also pull its ears, it immediately tilted its head to show its cuteness.

Shen Shuyun was instantly overwhelmed by the egg tarts, she let go of her arms to hug the egg tarts, "I declare that in this family, Tiantian and egg tarts are my favorites!"

Jiang Hong: "..."

When Jiang Tian followed Jiang Jinning into the study, she thought this feeling was too familiar, right?

When Jiang Jinning completely closed the door of the study, Jiang Tian knew that this familiar feeling was called "being invited by the teacher to drink tea in the office".

"Sit down and write the math problem."

Jiang Jinning did not know where to take out a piece of A4 paper and handed it to Jiang Tian's palm, with a hyperbolic question type printed on it.

Seeing the math problem, Jiang Tian wrinkled her little nose, and reluctantly sat down at the desk, "Didn't you say you have something to say? Why do you do the problem? I'm ready to listen."

Jiang Jinning looked at the little girl's displeasure, but he picked up the pen and draft paper with great interest.

There was a moderate smile in his voice: "Let's talk after finishing writing, besides, writing questions in the study is not a very common thing?"

Jiang Tian clenched the nib of the pen, and hummed in her heart to show her displeasure.

But she likes to whisper in the study!
When Jiang Tian was working on the questions, Jiang Jinning was reading a book at the side, and the only sounds in the whole study were the friction of paper and pen and the sound of flipping through the pages of the book.

It was unbelievably quiet and harmonious.

This question was asked by Jiang Jinning after he sent her to Dijue. For some reason, he just wanted to punish her a little.

"I'm done." Jiang Tian happily raised the A4 paper and waved it, as if begging for praise.

Jiang Jinning couldn't tell, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, "It's fast this time, and it's fast every time."

Jiang Tian didn't know why, but she always felt that this sentence sounded weird.

Just when she was in a daze, Jiang Jinning had already walked towards her. He took out the question from her hand and picked up the red pen that was randomly placed in the pen holder.

The distance is getting closer again, and Jiang Tian is already very familiar with the woody fragrance on Jiang Jinning's body. She feels that she can recognize Jiang Jinning by closing her eyes and smelling it with her nose.

But smelling it with your nose seems to be done by egg tarts...

"Hmm." Jiang Jinning suddenly tapped his little head, which was thinking wildly, with his fingertips.

Someone was taken aback.

"Do you see how much it is here?"

Jiang Tian took a closer look, stuck out her little tongue embarrassingly: "It's 14."

Jiang Jinning followed closely and asked, "Then what do you think?"

Jiang Tian was even more embarrassed when asked, "11..."

Jiang Jinning turned his head to see Jiang Tian's reaction, and saw that her face was blushing again.

She blushes at every turn and her ears turn red. This little girl is too shy and her face is thin.

Seeing the rare smirk on Jiang Jinning's face, Jiang Tian's flushed little face was about to bleed, but she didn't give up struggling: "I, I, I remember your birthday is on November 11th."

Jiang Jinning's deep eyebrows slightly raised, and his voice slowed down: "So you think of it?"

Jiang Tian felt that she had reached a dead end, "Yes..."

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　　There is one more tonight
　　


(End of this chapter)